90 Days of Spring: Fortieth day

The room was chaotic, Wei Ling stopped at the window, the maid who was knocked unconscious by him was at her feet.

Through the silk veil, I saw the four kings standing with their backs to him, holding a small body in their arms...

Miaomiao!

Wei Ling's eyes dimmed, and she was about to make a move when she suddenly realized something was wrong. The servant girl's complexion was pale, lifeless, and she looked like a dead person. He stopped and watched, besides Yang Fu, there were two other people in the room. Listening to their conversation, one of them should be Yang Chen, the crown prince.

Wei Ling remembered Miaomiao's words a few days ago, judging from the situation, was she recognized by the prince? What happened to that maid?

He has not been able to contact Miaomiao for the past two days, and the blood stone should have been taken away. I thought Yang Fu would be able to protect her well, but after thinking about it, I still couldn't feel at ease, so I rushed back to the capital overnight.

Things were more complicated than he thought, Wei Ling raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the little maid. She is not Miaomiao, and she doesn't have any Miaomiao aura on her body, so where is Miaomiao's eyes? Is the situation dangerous?

Yang Fu fought four or five people by himself, and the guards fell to the ground in disorder, groaning.

Jiang Taifu stepped forward to persuade: "Four kings, why are you doing this... The saint is doing it for your own good. It is also her blessing that this girl can get the saint Chrysostom, so that she can be buried alive."

Yang Fu chuckled, "Miaomiao doesn't need such a blessing."

Jiang Taifu was speechless for a moment, with mixed feelings in his heart. This was his most proud student in the past. He was smart, quick-witted, well-read and knowledgeable, and became famous in the capital at the age of eight. It's a pity that I don't know what hit him, the longer he grows, the more mediocre he is. He has always thought that such a talent is hiding his strength and biding his time, and he has high hopes for him, so he acquiesced to Jiang Alan's contact with him. However, today, he actually did it for a woman... Taifu shook his head, not without disappointment.

Yang Chen was even more angry, the good-looking little beauty was not obtained, but turned into a corpse instead, what he did before fell short, and his anger was suffocated and he had nowhere to vent. Yesterday he was refuted by Yang Fu in public, and he was very annoyed with him: "Fourth brother, you should know what saints are most afraid of? You have no respect for elders, have you thought about the end?"

Yang Fu closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear it. He walked back to the head of the bed and carefully placed "Miaomiao" on the bed.

Yang Chen was completely ignored, and his eyes showed a cruel look: "She was out of breath after being salvaged from Taiqing Lake, do you think it was the king who killed her?"

When the sound fell, he only heard a movement outside the window, and he turned his head vigilantly: "Who?"

Wei Ling broke through the window and came to him in the blink of an eye. Before he could react, she grabbed his neck and asked, "You did it?"

The nonsensical sentence made Yang Chen puzzled: "Who are you... How dare you be rude to this king?"

As he spoke, he raised his voice to call for help, but unfortunately, he knocked out all the people waiting outside the house, and the rest were outside the gate of the palace, so they couldn't hear his call for help.

When Wei Ling tightened his hand, he lost his voice, and his face flushed: "You... who are you..."

The guards on the ground fell to the ground and couldn't help. Jiang Taifu was too old to help at all, so he stared anxiously at the side: "Big, bold! Let go of His Royal Highness..."

Wei Ling asked quietly: "What else did you do to her?"

Yang Chen was almost suffocated, this man is very powerful, he is not an opponent at all. I just felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe, and my vision was blurred, "You, how dare you..."

That silly girl, Miaomiao, was not only captured by him, but her whereabouts are still unknown. Wei Ling's eyes turned cold, and she almost broke his neck. For the sake of him being the prince, she finally showed mercy. Wei Ling let go of his hand, and Yang Chen fell limply to the ground, holding his neck and breathing heavily, looking embarrassed.

As long as he thought of him doing something to Miaomiao, Wei Ling couldn't help but get angry, and raised her foot to step on his chest: "Where is her blood stone?"

Yang Chen widened his eyes in astonishment, "How do you know?"

Wei Ling smiled slightly, "That's what I gave you."

Yang Fu at the head of the bed hesitated slightly, staring at him with cold eyes.

Yang Chen still refused to hand it over, Wei Ling was impatient and simply searched him. I just searched all over and found nothing, Yang Chen smiled triumphantly, "I told you, I'm not with you."

How could he carry it close to his body, he must have stayed in the mansion.

Wei Ling straightened up, without saying a word, raised her palm and chopped it off at his neck, and he was about to cry out, rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground. The room finally became quiet, Wei Ling turned her head to look at the bed, Yang Fu stood a few steps away, her face calm.

Wei Ling picked up the long sword on the ground, approached him step by step, and finally put it on his shoulder: "Give this maid to me."

Yang Fu's shoulder was injured, when he fought with the guards just now, there were many large and small wounds on his body, and the moon white robe was soaked in blood. His lips were pale, even so, he remained motionless: "Don't even think about it."

Wei Ling squinted her eyes: "You have hurt Miaomiao so much that you can't even let her be clean after death?"

He deliberately provoked him with words, knowing where his weaknesses are, and insisted on rubbing salt on his wounds. Seeing that Yang Fu's face turned pale, with grief in his eyes, he didn't even notice Wei Ling's sword approaching.

The sharp sword tip cut the skin, and the bright red blood flowed out from the wound, and he didn't even frown.

Wei Ling sneered, and when he was unprepared, she put **** on his shoulder blades, "I don't intend to take your life, but Miaomiao, she is mine."

This was the first time he expressed his determination generously, Yang Fu couldn't move, but his dark eyes locked him tightly.

Wei Ling picked up the person on the bed, and passed by the frightened Taifu Jiang, with a somewhat cheerful tone: "Old man, tell you saints, I took this maid away, and I don't need to bother him about the burial. "

After saying that, he jumped up from the sill window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Since the incident of falling into the water, Taiqing Lake has been very deserted for the past few days, and the people dare not come to the lake to avoid accidents.

What's more, there are rumors that there are water monsters in the lake, and the faint singing can be heard from the bottom of the water these days. It was fine during the day, but at night it leaked out, and some bold people went to the water to look for it, but there was nothing but fish. Afterwards, I realized that I thought too much, and opened a Qinlou Chu Pavilion on the other side of the lake.

On this day, the sky is clear and the moon is bright. Most of the passers-by on the street have gone home to rest. Only a few idiots are still nostalgic for the gentle hometown.

Taiqing Lake is quite cold. In the past, there would be painted boats moored, carved railings and vermilion windows, playing jade and flute, and the picture is harmonious; now there is only a small boat on the lake, floating, very lonely.

The man on the boat was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and he walked forward slowly with a penny on his back, looking into the water from time to time, and whispered: "Liu Shui?"

I searched more than half of the lake, but did not get a response. Wei Ling parked the boat on the shore, near the willow forest, where Miaomiao brought him on the night of the Lantern Festival. He stood on the bow of the boat, took off his bamboo hat, took out a bloodstone from his sleeve, held it in his palm and whirled slowly: "Where did you go?"

The voice was about to fall, and I heard the sound of water under my feet, faint ripples rippling from the bottom of the boat, and with a splash, a wet little head emerged from the water, "Here it is!"

Wei Ling stepped back subconsciously, staring at the person in front of her.

Miaomiao stepped out, clasped the bow of the boat with her arms to prop up her upper body, her black hair floated on the water surface like algae, the bright moonlight shone on her small face like peaches and plums, her bright eyes and teeth were full of autumn water. The lower body of the fish tail came out of the water, slapping the water lazily. She was very surprised to see Wei Ling, "Why are you here? Wei Ling, how do you know I'm here?"

The troubles of the past two days were swept away, as if seeing Wei Ling, all the troubles could be easily solved.

Wei Ling sat on the boat and looked at her at the same level, "I went to the palace and guessed that you should still be here." After saying that, she frowned, "How did you and that maid get separated?"

Miaomiao finally found someone to talk to, she clenched her fist angrily, "It's not that **** prince!"

While complaining, she told him what happened in the past few days, from the palace to the prince's residence, and monk Fu Shui's trivial matters, she told him everything. Mentioning what happened on the boat yesterday, she still feels angry: "He suddenly pushed me into the water and didn't allow anyone to rescue me. I really don't know what to do... I don't know why, my body hurts badly at that time , as if the skin was peeling off, and when she woke up, she had already separated from that maid..."

Wei Ling propped her hands on her chest, thinking thoughtfully, "He also fed you the talisman water?"

Miaomiao nodded, as if she could still smell the ashes: "I don't want to drink, so the prince forced me to drink." She pouted angrily.

Wei Ling patted her on the head, and her heart was clear: "It should be related to that talisman water."

Miaomiao pursed her lips and couldn't help asking: "Then can I change back? I... I haven't reached ninety days yet..."

In the past two days, she has been hiding in the lake, unable to go anywhere, and she doesn't know how Yang Fu is doing. That little maid died a long time ago, if he found out, how would he react?

Miaomiao guesses over and over again, but she can't rest assured, and she is even more reluctant to leave. It's only been forty days, and half of them have not arrived. She took Yang Fu with great difficulty, how could she be reconciled?

Clinker Wei Ling tilted her head, and cruelly dispelled her thoughts, "I only have one medicine, and it's very difficult to get it. Besides, that maid's body has been hurt, so it's not suitable for possession in the next few days."

Miaomiao lowered her eyelashes in disappointment, "Then...then I..."

After waiting for a long time, before Wei Ling responded, she hesitated to speak, and finally sank into the water dejectedly, a string of bubbles popped out of the water surface. After a while, he floated up by himself again, and pitifully grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Then you went to the palace, what did you see? Is Yang Fu okay, how is he now?"

Wei Ling lifted her lips, "No, he's gone crazy."

Miaomiao pursed her lips in surprise, "What?" She didn't care whether others would see it or not, she simply sat on the boat, with the silvery white fish tail shimmering on her lower body, "Why are you crazy, you...you hurry up Tell me."

Wei Ling recalled that when he took Miaomiao away, Yang Fu looked at him with gloomy and cold eyes, with helpless struggle...and also mixed with a trace of despair. He really loves Liushui to the bottom of his heart, this girl is really capable, in just over a month, she made the god-like prince willing to sink into the dust for her.